Lovers
The shadow walks to highlight her form
As broken sun lights up her naked charm
To seize those figurative curves,
I watch her lewd flanks that never move
But in her silence she speaks to me
Of her joy and my judgmental decree,
Uninhibited moments of longing
Breaking each lover's spell that binds her
Within a painters stroke on canvas
For she actually comes to haunt
My very existence with beauty
And love which never truly existed.
Could I be her lover and not touch:
Those gold hairs she lovingly displays.
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